St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1887-10-30

very least, he said. Il guess, Folly, IL
was you. I'd collect the money"
The ladies of the fund committee
were at Mrs. Biggard's house that after
noon. A good many faithful and de-
Nout sisters were present, and some of
the brotherhood as well.
Mr.. Mildmay sauntered III toward tea
time and was thanking Zeruiah and AL
mira Biggard for the beautiful jars of
preserved ounces which had found
their way to the rectory, when Mrs. Big
gard shrill voice sounded above the
hum of general discourse.
Now that the minister is here there
amt no reason why we shouldn't rem
der i'll our accounts" she cackled.
And I'm happy to say that every lady
in the parish has given something to the
Eboe Indian fund except Miss Mary
Hay"
MIR. Mildmay bit his lip. Zeruiah cast
down her white-lashed eyes, Almira
giggled family.
MA is so frank spoken" she said.
II scarcely think" quietly observed
MIR. Midway, THAT there was any neceS-
sity for partieularizing in such matter
as this
Il hain't no patience with mean
folks, said Mrs. Biggard, speaking in a
Stage-aSide.
But Mary Hay had risen calmly from
her seat among the younger ladies.
Neither have - said she, land so [
propose to subscribe to the fund the S.
which Mrs. Biggard is going to pay me. -
She moved easily and gracefully to-
ward the lady of the house and held out
her hand with an air of calm expect
ancy.
Me- cried Mrs. Biggard. .Goin' to
pay You 50. l guess that gal is crazy
" hal III the world should pay you S.
fOr?'
"For the ounces" said Mary, enjoy
ing the sudden panic which turned the
matronly, rubicund face to the color of
bad-riSen dough, 1.-THE ounces which
you bought of us last night and forgot
to pay for"
Mrs. Biggard uttered Something-nO-
body knew exactly what it was, but the
changes of her complexion would have
reminded one of the proyerbial dying
dolphin as she drew out her purse and
deposited crumpled s. bill in Miss
Hays quietly-extended palm.
II confess Fye been neglectful,"
said She. Il s'pose ought to hey at
tended to it before"
Il think you ought, indeed - was Miss
Hays calm reply.
bioli hlioN Oti GdIcu 1OI
them ounces" muttered Mrs. Biggard.
''or wouldn't hev touched 'em, not on
no account"
You might at least have paid us the
compliment of asking u.s." said Mary
eurtly.
And she put the IS bill in the little
blue-ribbOned collection backet.n
which was in Miss Zeruiah Biggard's
especial care.
Mr.. Mildmay walked home with her
that evening. She did not tell him the
story of the ounces, to her credit be it
spoken. Mary Hay was not one to
strike a fallen enemy. And perhaps
she and MI. Mildmay had pleasanter
topics of conversation than any of the
numerous faults and fallings of Mrs.
Biggard.
But honest Luke Larrabee was by no
means so reticent. He related the little
incident of the moonlight raid on the
ounce orchard far and wide.
land them Biggards is always a
quotin' Scripter texts" said he, land
the old lady sings hymns the loudest of
any one in church, and Zeruiah is Settin'
her cap at the young minister. I'd jest
like to see her face when she hears that
Mr.. Mildmay and Mary Hay is to be
married in the spring."
But if you want to shut up the old
1ady's mouth any time, all you've got to
do is to ask her for her recipe for 'sput-
tin up aninceSr'